So um. I really appreciated your support and it motivated me to write this…apologies in advance for it sucking as this is my first time doing this
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It was late at night when Chuck heard something. The writer groaned, wrapping his bedsheets tightly around himself. It was probably nothing, if he had to guess. Just the wind or the pipes.
Reassuring himself with this, he closed his eyes.
But then he heard it again.
Chuck sat up slowly. He listened intently. It sounded almost like…crying.
Now this wasn’t common in the household. Sure the young archangels would whine when they wanted something and Raphael sometimes cried, but he was barely a toddler so that was to be expected. But this sounded like genuine tears.
Worst case scenarios suddenly flooded the man’s mind. Did Michael get hurt? Had something happened to Raphael and Gadreel was bringing him? What about Lucifer? Panicking, Chuck jumped out of bed, grabbing his robe, and hurried to Michael and Lucifer’s room. The crying wasn’t loud enough to trace, checking on them seemed to be the logical thing to do.
Opening the door slowly he peeked into the room. Glancing to Michael’s side, neatly organized with books and an assortment of lego kits. The young archangel loved to build whatever he wanted, despite what the instructions said.
Chuck let out a sigh of relief, seeing the black haired archangel was still in bed, breathing deeply underneath the blue plaid covers.
The writer felt considerably calmed. If Michael was still asleep it was probably nothing too bad. He looked at Lucifer’s side of the room, expecting the other to be asleep as well.
Chuck’s fingers tightened on the doorframe.
The bed was empty. The only trace of the child being there was the rumpled green sheets.
Chuck inhaled deeply. He slowly shut the door, not wanting to disrupt Michael and cause even more problems.
The writer carefully listened. The crying seemed louder down the hall. Chuck walked silently into the living room. He felt the plush carpet under his feet in the darkness. Fumbling for the light switch, he squinted in the darkness, trying to make out where the noise was.
A small figure was hunched over the side of the couch. His shoulders were shaking with silent sobs.
Chuck flicked the switch.
The archangel’s head shot up at the sudden brightness and sound of Chuck’s voice. Flaring his six wings defensively he pressed further into the cushions.
“What are you doing here?,” Chuck asked gently. Lucifer’s face was streaked with tears and his blue eyes were sad, an expression the man had never seen on him before.
Lucifer turned his head away from Chuck’s gaze. “Nothing,” he mumbled. Wings gently settled around him again as he shifted to stare at the arm of the sofa.
Chuck knew he was lying. Lucifer never cried, clearly something was wrong.
“You’re clearly not doing nothing,” he attempted to step closer to the child.
Lucifer looked at him solemnly. “Go away,” he said. It wasn’t demanding. It was more of a plead. “I,” his fingers reached up to touch the red tag on the godforsaken collar around his neck. “I’m dangerous. You-you shouldn’t be near me” Another tear rolled down his scarred face. The young angel rubbed his arm, as if trying to steady himself.
Chuck was taken aback immensely by this. Lucifer hardly ever left his side, and he’d never talked about his collar before. The permanent collar that marked him as vicious and hazardous, to approach with caution.
“What?” Chuck kneeled in front of him. “Why on Earth would you say that? You’ve never hurt me before, or anyone since I’ve known you. You-”
Lucifer snapped his head towards him. “I’m a menace. I attacked someone! I have this collar for a reason!” He stood up in front of Chuck. Wings flaring with anger.
“Lucifer just-,” the writer attempted to say.
“I shouldn’t be in your care. I don’t deserve you!,” he shouted. “You’re too good for me! You’re kind and patient and accepting and…and,” all the energy left him. His eyes shined with tears.
“You’re going to leave me eventually,” he whispered. “You’re going to realize I’m no good. That I’m a mistake. I…” Lucifer’s fists clenched as more tears fell. “I deserve these scars. And this tag. I deserve all-all of it.” He choked on the last words. His voice stilled, staring at the ground, as his wings fell beside him, drooping with his sadness.
Chuck felt his heart break. It killed him to see the boy like this.
Lucifer has always been confident, never once wavering from his persona, sometimes even reaching arrogant. The writer never once thought he would think that the man would leave him.
Chuck shushed the distraught angel. He rested his hand on his cheek softly. Lucifer leaned into his touch as the man placed his other hand on his shoulder.
“Listen to me,” Chuck breathed quietly. “I will never leave you.”
Lucifer clenched his eyes shut, “But what if I-”
“No,” he said firmly. “Never”
Chuck lifted the angel’s face to look at him. “That collar means nothing to me,” he stated. “We will get it removed one day.”
He wasn’t sure if this was true. But goddamn he wanted that thing gone. Lucifer only jumped his old owner because of how he was treated. Chuck knew that if he was burned and treated like the angel he’d be pretty pissed too.
“Shh,” Chuck gently stroked his hair. “I promise I will never hurt or leave you. You-”
He was cut off suddenly by Lucifer throwing himself into Chuck’s body.
“I-I love you Dad,” he cried. The boy buried his face into the man’s shoulder. He sobbed into the material of the robe.
Chuck didn’t move for a moment. Recovering, he wrapped his arms around Lucifer’s small body.
“I love you too son,” he whispered.
Chuck felt tears run down his face.
But in that moment, holding the archangel close to him as he felt the boy’s wings wrap around the two of them…
Aaah thank you so much ♥♥ I’m so glad you decided to share, you write really well!! Damn right Chuck’s a good papa ♥
